Has this ever happened to you? You are driving along and flipping through the radio channels and a certain song comes on that stops you right in your tracks.... All of a sudden you are transported back to a certain time in your life and all at once you can remember what you are wearing, where you are, who your boyfriend was and how you were feeling at that moment. This is an amazing thing to me. I mean it is only a song but the memories that linger around it never fade.
This has happened to me twice lately. The first was quite comical and I shared it with the person that it involved although the second time it goes much deeper. For this time, it was not just one certain incident or experience that I remember but what seems like a period of a lifetime. It is funny how a song or a few songs by one band can be associated with a period of your life, but this is exactly what it does.
It brings me back to the good times, the bad times, the happy times and the sad times. It is a wonderful experience and I have spent the good part of the day back in that part of my life. I have relived all the fun moments and even the sad moments and realized that those moments make me who I am today. It makes me remember who I was at that time and how I have grown. How things have changed and yet how some things have stayed the same. It makes me remember certain things that I have forgotten about and brings back some that I wish that I had forgotten about.
How can a song do this? The artist has no idea what they do when they write these lyrics. Sometimes it doesn't even matter what the words are, it could be the dumbest song ever but if it is being played during a life changing moment in time you will always remember it, you will always associate it, you will always be "haunted" by it. I wonder in twenty years what song will make me relived a part of my life that I am going through now?
Enjoy your experiences through music!
Peace,
Christina
Friday, September 24, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Stop Hammertime...
I saw this picture and it made me giggle instantly as I pictured MC Hammer in his big ole shimmery pants doing his little "Hammer Shuffle". What is it about the music from the 80's and early 90's that just puts me in a great mood?
I think because the 80's were such a trademark time. They were something special that can never be repeated. It was when I grew up, when I found out who I am and who I wanted to be. It was the period in time when I had to find out the hard way of many things and made me realize that real life was going to happen no matter what.
The 80's were not just about all that though, they were fun, they were daring, they were... well the 80's. They were Izod shirts with the collar up, when we were gagged with a spoon, when we all wanted to be on Star Search, when every girl owned a banana clip, when we all knew how to breakdance and we all wanted to go where everyone knew our name. :)
My son, who is going to be 16, always gives me odd looks or little smirks when I talk about the 80's. He just doesn't understand nor will he ever. I keep trying to tell him that one day he will be telling his kids about this time in his life and they will look at him the same way and everytime I do, he shows me the same look that I gave to my parents when they told me that... I guess everything in life comes around full circle eventually.
Peace,
Christina
Saturday, September 4, 2010
As I venture into the new world..
For as long as I can remember I have kept a journal, a diary some say. I would spend hours just writing my thoughts and experiences down into these journals. They started off being cute little things, all pink with flowers and a little lock that couldn't keep a bug out. They progressed through the years into solid colors with some writing on the front, sometimes the writings came with it and sometimes it was my own writing of the current boy I planned to marry when I grew up weather it be the boy in my school or the most current movie star of that time. Regardless, my journals always represented me at that current time of my life.
Here I am taking that next step and out the door, or at least tucked away under my bed, are the hand writings of my deepest thoughts and desires along with all my secrets. I have graduated into blogging. Now my thoughts and experiences can be shared with the world, or at least anyone who takes the time to read them. So pretty much just me again. If you are one of the people who find they have the free time to read this then congrats for opening your mind to my thoughts and opinions. Enjoy, then after your done why don't you go ahead and get yourself a hobby.:)
My first experience that I wanted to write down and never forget? I remember it so clearly, back when I actually believed that Santa crept down our fake chimney and eat the cookies that were left by my brother and me, I can remember that year so well because my brother and I were very sick that Christmas Eve and we all had to skip our yearly tradition of going to my Grandparents house. It was amazing to me that my parents and my brother and I happened to all be sitting on the couch looking at the Christmas Tree just as we heard 'reindeer" hoofs hitting the roof and before I knew it, "Santa" came through the back door to surprise us with a visit and a few gifts to make us feel better. It was one of my most treasured Christmas memories and I knew I never wanted to forget it and as luck would have it, Santa gave me a diary that Christmas, not because I asked for one but because he is Santa and he knows what is in every little childs heart. That was when I decided to start my diary.
I came to the decision to start my diary based on that experience, I decied to start this blog, one because I am sick of hand writing everything but mostly because I held in my hands this morning that very first diary. Started January 1, 1984. Pink Vinyl with little hearts all over it. A wrap around little lock that came with a key that I never lost, after 26 years, I never lost that key. The lock of course could be opened when you add just a bit more power then opening a door knob but that didn't matter to me, as long as I held that key, I was convinced that no one could get into that diary. It holds my thoughts of my childhood, the good, the bad, the thoughts that I would never tell anyone else. People always say that they wish they could go back to their childhood, well, I can go back. I can go back to specific days and bypass the ones that I want. I can recall certain feelings, smells and images just by reading what I wrote some 25 years ago. It is an amazing trip that I like to take sometimes. A trip back to riding my bike from morning till night, a trip back to chasing the ice cream truck or re-living a favorite birthday party, or a fight with my bestest friend. A trip back to my first kiss or graduation from elementary school.
As I grew older and matured, my diaries turned into journals and they lost the hearts and locks that held my secrets in place. They never lost the heart and soul that I put into each entry. They never lost the emotion that I felt with very written word and they never lost the excitement that I felt and still do to record my thoughts and experiences down on paper. So now I guess when I am done I can't hold my journal on my chest and wrap my arms around it and laugh or cry, depending on the entry of that day but I can share it here, with you and maybe just maybe, you or someone you love will start a diary or journal of their very own.
Peace,
Christina
Here I am taking that next step and out the door, or at least tucked away under my bed, are the hand writings of my deepest thoughts and desires along with all my secrets. I have graduated into blogging. Now my thoughts and experiences can be shared with the world, or at least anyone who takes the time to read them. So pretty much just me again. If you are one of the people who find they have the free time to read this then congrats for opening your mind to my thoughts and opinions. Enjoy, then after your done why don't you go ahead and get yourself a hobby.:)
My first experience that I wanted to write down and never forget? I remember it so clearly, back when I actually believed that Santa crept down our fake chimney and eat the cookies that were left by my brother and me, I can remember that year so well because my brother and I were very sick that Christmas Eve and we all had to skip our yearly tradition of going to my Grandparents house. It was amazing to me that my parents and my brother and I happened to all be sitting on the couch looking at the Christmas Tree just as we heard 'reindeer" hoofs hitting the roof and before I knew it, "Santa" came through the back door to surprise us with a visit and a few gifts to make us feel better. It was one of my most treasured Christmas memories and I knew I never wanted to forget it and as luck would have it, Santa gave me a diary that Christmas, not because I asked for one but because he is Santa and he knows what is in every little childs heart. That was when I decided to start my diary.
I came to the decision to start my diary based on that experience, I decied to start this blog, one because I am sick of hand writing everything but mostly because I held in my hands this morning that very first diary. Started January 1, 1984. Pink Vinyl with little hearts all over it. A wrap around little lock that came with a key that I never lost, after 26 years, I never lost that key. The lock of course could be opened when you add just a bit more power then opening a door knob but that didn't matter to me, as long as I held that key, I was convinced that no one could get into that diary. It holds my thoughts of my childhood, the good, the bad, the thoughts that I would never tell anyone else. People always say that they wish they could go back to their childhood, well, I can go back. I can go back to specific days and bypass the ones that I want. I can recall certain feelings, smells and images just by reading what I wrote some 25 years ago. It is an amazing trip that I like to take sometimes. A trip back to riding my bike from morning till night, a trip back to chasing the ice cream truck or re-living a favorite birthday party, or a fight with my bestest friend. A trip back to my first kiss or graduation from elementary school.
As I grew older and matured, my diaries turned into journals and they lost the hearts and locks that held my secrets in place. They never lost the heart and soul that I put into each entry. They never lost the emotion that I felt with very written word and they never lost the excitement that I felt and still do to record my thoughts and experiences down on paper. So now I guess when I am done I can't hold my journal on my chest and wrap my arms around it and laugh or cry, depending on the entry of that day but I can share it here, with you and maybe just maybe, you or someone you love will start a diary or journal of their very own.
Peace,
Christina
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